Stella and Bella woke up later on the couch in their home. While Bella looked around with a worried face, Stella just curled back into a ball and went back to sleep.
"Wait! This is our house!" Stella cried and jumped away from the couch, quickly pulling her bat and taking a stance, ready to smack anything that moves. She then felt something move behind her back and instantly spun with a deadly swing.
A large hand caught her bat and cracked it. She gasped and barely dodged a straight punch. "Wait! You're back!" It was her father standing there. "How many times I've told you, no weapons inside the house? Last time, you broke a whole wall."
He approached a chair and dropped on it, "I expect more from talented alteration battle wizards. Aren't you two supposed to be able to keep things from getting destroyed?"
